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(Heads up, this fic contains belly stuffing and all the goodies that come with it. If you like that, then please enjoy~.) "The time is nigh!" exclaimed Fischl, raising her hand to her eye and spreading her fingers. A purple glow gleamed from her emerald gaze, "One shall rip the sea asunder to reveal the insurmountable truth that I, Fischl von Luftschloss Narfidort…" She swept her hand down, causing her potbelly to wobble behind the confines of her one-piece swimsuit, which was solid black around her chest and bottom, with translucent lacing covering her middle and shoulders. “Am better than thou in the art of aquatic manipulation!” she finished, reaching her hands into the water before sweeping them and hitting Lumine with a splash. “Hey!” Lumine exclaimed, shielding her eyes from the water, a smile dancing on her lips. “You little punk; I’ll show you who the real master of aquatic manipulation really is!” She reached down, her plumpish belly peeking out from the crack between her

Emma rocked back and forth as the Bimbo-chip’s pleasure pulse rewarded her for her correct thought-form. Yes, she loved how it kept spiking her arousal. The part of her still capable of analytical thought had realised a long time ago that she was being re-written, new neural pathways growing as old ones were laid to waste. New drives and urges were being slowly cemented in place, as the harvested meta-data of a million different letches and pervert’s browsing habits were compiled and squeezed into her mind. Panties lay at her ankles, soaked with arousal as she plunged her fingers into her needy snatch, teasing herself over and over, as the image of gang-bangs, cream pies and breast jobs filled her hormone soaked mind. She didn’t know she could be so aroused without cumming, but she loved every second of what was being done to her. The chip installed into the back of her neck made sure of it, having installed an overwhelming fetish for brainwashing that had burst through her